Every job was dangerous, but my brother's job is the most dangerous of all.

He runs into burning buildings to save lives, he jumps off of roof tops, just to get the bad guy. He fights of some of the scariest villains known to man.

The he comes home, and is known as the richest man is Gotham's ward. He's the prep school student that all the crazy people was to hold for ransom. Maybe even to kill.

He's a trapeze artist, and even though it killed his parents, he still flies without a net, never able to let go of the past.

He's depressed, all these things begin to add on. He has to deal with the deaths, the dangers of the job, and everything that comes with it.

He already lost a family, an adopted brother, there were people he wasn't able to save. And yet he still carries on.

He still smiles, and goes through life without a care in the world.

My brother is Dick Grayson, he's a crime fighter, and acrobat, and in a way, a celebrity. All these jobs are dangerous, but the most dangerous one of all is being a part of a family.

And, yet, he still finds time before he goes out on patrol to walk into my room, wake me up and say.

"Night, Timmy, I love you, I'll be back soon."

Disclaimers: I own nothing

A/N: This was told from two year old Tim's P.O.V. I guess this is kinda of an AU. I dedicate this to my brother, a firefighter, who wakes me up for school or on the weekends just to say

"Hey, I'm headed to the station (or school) Love you."